So I'm sure I have professed my admiration for Bob Uecker here before. Radio is my preferred medium for keeping up with the Brew Crew. I just aim my speakers at the kitchen window and kick it on the back porch for a few hours, listening to Ueck.
Now get this ****. I caught my first foul ball a week ago, at Miller Park. Andre Either hit a pop up that at its zenith appeared as if it would land in play but approached my section behind the visitor dugout as it descended. I fought off the sun with my right arm, glove extended (I hadn't brought a glove to a game in years). And suddenly there was this moment of clarity in which the ball hung above my head and I thought, "This is my chance." I made the squeeze, there was cheering and ****, I looked around to see how many 9 year-old dreams I had shoved aside, saw that in fact no kids were crying and shitting their pants because I had snagged their ball, and then remembered to raise the ball in triumph.
And then, still jacked with adrenaline, I heard somebody tell me that Uecker is talking about the catch on his broadcast. So of course that night I listened to the archived stream of the game, and sure enough, he had praised my efforts. And also laughed at them. Pretty surreal to, for thirty seconds, be a part of that fourth dimension, in my ears and head, that I visit almost nightly during baseball season.
Here are those thirty seconds:
http://soundcloud.com/best-foul-ball-catcher-ev/the-catch
